Listening to Mu Yunbai's slightly sad tone, Tang Xiaoman couldn't help but feel tight inside.
Although she knew very well that Mu Yunbai was not omnipotent, in her heart he had always been full of confidence, and she had seen him look melancholy on several occasions.
"Mu Yunbai, Mu Yunbai, look."
Tang Xiaoman, who wanted to distract him, saw something strange in the mirror leading to the old ruined temple on Jingsong Mountain.
"You said that is It’s not a figure moving” Mu Yunbai looked in the direction pointed by Tang Xiaoman.
In the kaleidoscope-like space full of mirrors, there was a mirror that reflected the scene of Zhenye Temple on the top of the mountain.
Also under the moonlight, this mirror Zhenye Temple should be empty, but there are figures in the cave.
"Should we go over and have a look?"
Tang Xiaoman carefully sought Mu Yunbai's opinion.
After all, their primary purpose of coming here tonight was to check out the Chen family's house.
"It's good to go take a look."
Mu Yunbai thought for a while and said, "After all, we just alerted the snakes here.
If we go out again, it will easily arouse their vigilance again."
After saying that, he took the lead and ran out of the mirror leading to Zhenye Temple.
Tang Xiaoman, who did not dare to neglect, also ran out after him.
Zhenye Temple was eerily quiet at night, and coupled with the low temperature on the mountain, it actually made Tang Xiaoman shiver several times in this autumn season.
Mu Yunbai made a silent gesture to her, then slowly approached the window sill that was almost ready to collapse at any time, and then half-squinted his eyes, looking out the window at the world illuminated by the moonlight.
After a while, he waved to Tang Xiaoman, and Tang Xiaoman quickly and quietly approached the window sill.
Through the damaged and collapsed walls of Zhenye Temple, Tang Xiaoman saw a man standing among the pile of stones she had seen during the day, puffing away smoke.
She took a closer look and saw that it was not Mr.
Chen whom she had seen yesterday. .
"What is he doing?"
Tang Xiaoman asked softly.
"Probably he is collecting the energy of Yin Hua."
Mu Yunbai also whispered, "It's just that at his age, a deficiency of Yang and excess of Yin is not a good thing."
Tang Xiaoman, who had no idea what Mu Yunbai was talking about, could only ask in a low voice: "Then should we continue to peek here, take a closer look, or return to Chen's house?"
After speaking, she pointed to the mirror they had just climbed out of.
To be honest, she was still worried, fearing that the mirror would become inoperable and throw them into the wilderness.
Mu Yunbai, who had sensed Tang Xiaoman's inner thoughts, smiled and was about to say something, but they were both attracted by the quarrel outside the window.
At this point, who would come to this mountain to quarrel with an eighty-year-old man?
With such curiosity, both of them looked out the window, and saw a red figure among the stones where Mr.
Chen was standing just now.
"Mu Yunbai, the red-robed monster" Tang Xiaoman felt her heartbeat suddenly speed up, she grabbed Mu Yunbai's clothes and said.
"Who's there?"
Before Mu Yunbai could say anything, the red-robed monster blew in front of Tang Xiaoman like a gust of wind.
"So it's you," the red-robed monster said with a smile, "You haven't given up on her yet.
It's a pity that she sold her soul to me a few years ago.
Now I'm just here to take back what originally belonged to me
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